[Hook: Kam Moye]

It goes down whether daylight or nighttime

The city say they gon' crack down and fight crime

I guess they must've overlooked the hoods like mine

Cause we still waiting on a life line

"You wonder why I hustle? My life's on the line" - Young Buck

[Kam Moye]

I was born in them backroads where black folks

Had hopes of coming up slamming them Cadillac doors

Half of us know stacking dough isn't natural

They acting if so brothers wasn't strapped for cash flow

We remain in pursuit of the loot and crazy honor

But why save for a future that seems way beyond us?

We can't move up, we full of excuses

The only thing we have two of are children and baby mommas

Sneakers, speakers, two hands for rolling reefer

Coping with life lows, they blaze their weed up

Feeling like we stuck, we fucked in the long run

Feeling like we got our own guns to come up on funds

That's why our minds stay focused on the grind date

Fuck nickel and dimes, they want Andre's entree

Kanye's promised state, all they get is blind faith

Only thing that's rising in crime is the crime rate

[Hook]

[One Be Lo]

It's kind of like shoot 'em up, bang, bang, wild west mentality

Humanity's downfall, you can't blame the gravity

Blame it on the cowboy, it's O.K corral to me

Quickdraw'd his enemies, so wood-paint the masterpiece

Thanks to Indians giving who never had a feast

Doc holidays, crime rates break the family

We as starving artists still maintain a calorie

Cause once you go commercial, they name brand your cattle meat

Go behind your back, ten paces and draw rapidly

Smoke tumbleweeds and Mary Jane calamity

Deadwood dicks and women who Butch Cassidy

Homosexuality, AIDS plague the cavalry

Democracy, that's the code of the west

We in the land of the free sex, home of the stress

Buffalo Bills in mailboxes, pony express

They rip you up and put a big tombstone at your rest

[Hook]

[Kam Moye]

Now where we stay, each day's is like a scene from a screen play

That multiply daily in the most obscene way

Felonious fellas step out the Beam with a clean slate

To find out the aspiration and dreams seem great

Your next door neighbor's the regular dope fiend's place

And the ones above you have trouble speaking Eng-lace

There's no ribbon in the sky, no gift and no prize

Just more loaded guns than a marine base

It's sickens some men like influenza

So they feel like the whole world is pitted against 'em

Cause they live in the trenches with unlimited tension

Having Phantom dreams while driving that Civic or Sentra

The only interesting way to go is to peddle coke

For Federal notes they cock metal and let it blow

Bullets will make you spin like fifty-seven Chevy spokes

It's do or die here, like it, date it, the levy's broke

When somebody keep telling you you cannot advance

You want somebody's hand to extend the olive branch

Pick you up from the bottom and still give you knowledge

So you could see the same college as Rashad McCants

Maybe then your future wouldn't be grim looking

Make it the same as those white collar pen pushers

Instead of us being pulled by the arm

We gotta take the bull by the horns, and rise up!